Female Novel
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Just as Corey closed his eyes and resigned himself to die, a cool voice suddenly spoke up. "Are you
done? It's time you leave."
"What?"
Corey was familiar with the voice.
Was that not Frank Lawrence, Vicky's gigolo?
He suddenly dared to speak up, but it had to be now of all times? Was he suicidal?
Even as Corey opened his eyes, he was left stunned.
Zorn had his fist poised to strike at Corey's head, but Frank remained impassive even as he held onto
his wrist.
Zorn could not seem to move at all and was sweating all over his brow!
"Who the hell are you?!" Hubert finally saw that Frank had seized Zorn's wrist but thought that Zorn
was merely caught off guard. "Kill them! Kill every single one in this room! Leave no one alive!"
However, Zorn was not moving at all, and Hubert thought he did not hear him as he snapped angrily,
"Didn't you hear me, Zorn?! What are you spacing out for?!"
In reality, Zorn just could not say it—Frank was holding on to his wrist like a hydraulic clamp, and he
was unable to move at all.
"Birthright rank!"
Lampon, the other executive, quickly realized that Frank was superior. After a brief pause, he quickly
moved to shield Hubert behind himself while glaring at Frank warily.
Even Hubert was stunned when he heard Lampon. "What?! You're Birthright rank?!"
"The name's Frank Lawrence," Frank said quietly as he held on to Zorn's wrist. "Leave if you don't want
to die."
Then, turning toward Hubert, he said, "I won't say it twice."
Something snapped in Hubert right then. "Fuck you! Who do you think you are to tell me to leave?!
Don't you know who I am?!"
However, Lampon promptly grabbed his arm and reasoned earnestly. "Please calm down, Mr. Sorano!
He's Birthright rank, and none of us can afford to mess with him! If he really gets upset, none of us are
leaving alive!"
His words actually reached Hubert, bringing him to his senses.
Still, Hubert glared at Frank as he bellowed, "Frank Lawrence, was it?! I'll remember your name! Just
you wait—we have no shortage of Birthright rank elites among our ranks!"
With that, he snorted and stormed off.
Lampon remained, staring at Frank respectfully as he spoke. "Excuse me, sir... But could you...?"
Seeing that Lampon was staring at his palm, Frank snorted and freed Zorn, though his fingers left a
black mark where he held Zorn.
Zorn was sweating all over his brow too but said nothing as he pursed his lips.
"By the way."
Seeing that both executives were about to leave, Frank suddenly spoke, pointing at the flabbergastednovelbin
Kiki, "Tell your master that he's not to mess with Kiki. Do so again, and I'll be paying him a visit."
"Y-Yes, of course."
Both executives nodded repeatedly for the sake of their survival and fled miserably.
As the doors closed behind them, a long silence ensued.
All the voices mocking Frank before could not be heard, as everyone now stared at him in either
embarrassment or disbelief.
They obviously did not know what Birthright rank meant, but none of them were stupid.